Secret Remember me as a soldier that was about my shit It’s lo-p came to wreck it for the south I rep Look for me in the dyn, a rap king so don’t step Catastrophe if it’s me that you bet against Coming out the dyn with catastrophe Lo-P The Lions are in and we eating all emcees... No denying, don’t pretend that I ain’t slaying these beats... Homicidal with a pen, i lay you’re bodies out in ink... It’s just my mind,my thoughts are sick,I let you take a little peek... Life of crime, I gotta eat, yea I’m a beast up in these streets... Keep my team up out your mouth you be drowning in the deep... Lay u down, ur lights out, u pray to god your soul to keep... This is how a murder sound, no one around, no not a peep... You gotta draw them away from the crowd, way out is where you creep... mask on your face, gloves and different shoes up on your feet... Alone by yourself, don’t trust your family or your peeps Cause when it comes to being stealth, u kno a secret most wont keep... Check it out... Yo it’s lo p up on the beat baby I’m crossing all my tees... I’m dotting all my I’s... me and dem lions are kings... Soon as I.. step up on this scene the tragic need is very clear hip hop in need of cleaning up... lo p a clean up hitter... too many rookies this year... yo it’s a catastrophe, when I blast you bleed... no emcee on this mic can be as bright as me... you losing your sight it seems, if u try, defeat... is all you’ll find with me, I’m divine, a king... Did you see? catastrophic came on in, and he wrecked the beat quick, with the freestyle flow,yea that Fiery spit... on that soldier hold composure shady melody shit... My team and me we rapping like we in fatigues, Middle East, and already a vet... Bow down to the dyn, and give me respect, I lap u hoes and then jet, I got more bars than the Pen... I take each sentence bend it over I’m a lyrical pimp, These syllables sick, The way I twist the Rhymes out of these lines Time after time and again... then I flip a paragraph body so it land on its head and it snaps it’s neck directly from the impact of the shit... find the black bags and then zip, dip Lickety-split because it’s a fucking murder scene I left the alphabet dead... Give me the microphone and leave me alone I’m a boss, mob related Al Kapone, this fucking track is my throne... I’m a soldier I’m cold ...Dead heart so I’m grasping my soul... won’t sell my soul for some gold...no, not the soul of a soldier yo my soul it won’t go... check and behold... live, respect, watch your back and Never have your eyes closed... Just because you have a homie back don’t mean he watching for yours... Blind eye, give your hand and your trust will be torn... now trust me I’m worn, I weathered all the weathers And survived through the storm... Watch when you give your hand, man, your closest friends be the first ones to be cutting your palm... @lop08#THELIONSDYNENT #SecretLo-P